This evening, Susan and I stopped by Casey's to pick up some fuel for studying. On a whim, I had the brillient idea of buying a lottery ticket. My theory, of course, is that people who buy lottery tickets on a whim are more likely to win than those who buy them on a regular basis. Despite it being against all the statistical common sense in my being, I did it anyway. Someone's got to win, right? 1:10,179,260 isn't too bad when you really think about it.
Then, much to my dismay, I matched not a single number. Maybe I shouldn't have picked all 2s.
In other news, I'm in the hard-core phase of studying for comps, which for those who don't know, is the required comprehensive examination for doctoral students. No pass, no degree. No pressure, right? I think I'll be okay, though. Really, I do. All I need to know is everything, and as long as I have that down pat, I've got no reason in the world to worry.


